Here we go again.
After two months of no work, there was a glimpse of hope this February.
I fraction of what I used to Teach, but I was optimistic.
Then I refreshed my Work Schedule/Calendar, and once again mass Cancellations. *This occurred when I was in my medication dreams.
Here’s a fact:
From Jan. 2017-Dec. 2017, I had 432 Cancelled Classes (that’s Teaching 7 Days A Week), which total a loss of -$10,820.
As of 2018, there are already 19 Cancellations, total loss of-$475.00
BUT, with only 47 Hours for the Month of January and 72 Hours For February. March? 38 Hours.
*$4,100 *(before more Cancellations take place).
Let’s Clarify something: I get paid once a Month and my last Paycheck was $675.00. September 2017: $4,075.00.
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
I couldn’t even pay Rent for February, and I’m behind on Utilities.
January 2017: 131.8333 Hours.
February 2017: 66 Hours.
March 2017: 85 Hours.
April 2017: 83 Hours.
May 2017: 119.75 Hours.
You get the picture.
It doesn’t matter anymore how hard I Have Worked,
Educating Seven Days A Week Since August 1, 2016 (except December 2017 and January 2018).
I Don’t Deserve This.
My Job Is My Life-Line.
And the truth behind the matter, I actually love my Job.
I Can’t Just Jump In My Truck And Work.
Thank You Dysautonomia.
You Have Disabled Me, Ruined My Life.
“I keep looking each direction For a spotlight, give me something I need something for protection Maybe flotsam junk will do just fine the jetsam sunk, I’m left behind I’m treading for my life believe me.” Blue October